Erik had heard someone coming along the beach towards him, barely picking up the sound of the footsteps along the lapping of the waves, and the man stood still, his hands buried in the pockets of the long, formal coat he was wearing over a dress shirt and vest, all in black fabric. He tensed just a bit and dark eyes looked out over the ocean, dark and empty in the moonlight, his guard up as it usually was. As the words of Christine's familiar song hit his ears though, he finally turned, staring back at the woman and feeling like once again he was awestruck by her pure, absolute beauty. Her brown hair was falling in long curls over her shoulders and down her back, and her eyes were wide like a child's, yet full of maturity and understanding of the man before her.
A part of him had been thinking that Christine wouldn't come to see him tonight and he knew that if she didn't come, she wasn't as in love with him as Erik had believed--as in love with him as he was with her. But his angel was standing before him in her long, flowing dress, a shawl wrapped around her lean shoulders to fight off the slight chill. She truly did look like she had come down from heaven to spending a moment with him.
Erik managed the softest smile for her and approached the woman, reaching out and taking one of her delicate hands in his warm grip. He lifted it up to his lips and pressed an affectionate kiss to her flesh for just a couple of seconds before he was standing up straight again. "I'll always be there for you, my Christine, even if it is only in your dreams," he managed to whisper, a flicker of sadness on his face. Even if he had never seen Christine again, he knew he would have lived on in her beautiful voice and in her thoughts. That was all he could have asked for in his life.